The black fog dissipated in an instant, and the tip of Ye Ming's sword was pointed directly at Feng Tianyue's back.
The girl suddenly woke up and rushed forward without looking back. However, her reaction was delayed and her magic power could not be mobilized in time. She was about to be overtaken. At the edge of the ring, she turned back sharply, silently reciting the magic formula, and turned back at the last moment. Draw your sword.
Logically speaking, her sword could not hit Ye Ming, but until this moment, everyone knew that Feng Tianyue's sword was a soft sword.
She also hides her strength.
But even a soft sword couldn't hold Ye Ming back, because when the sword stabbed her back, as long as Ye Ming let go, she would be knocked off the stone platform by the magic power, losing this round of victory.
The black sword pierced Feng Tianyue's back, and unwillingness appeared in her eyes, but then she saw something and her eyes suddenly brightened.
She saw Ye Ming spit out a mouthful of blood and her wrist began to lose strength. Feng Tianyue didn't have time to think too much, she forced out a little more magic power, and her body was completely upright.
The soft sword wrapped around Ye Ming's wrist like silk, with traces of blood mottled on the flesh. Then, with a roll, the two of them rolled down the stone platform together.
There was silence.
Jin Chaojiu quickly stepped forward and fed Feng Tianyue to take the hemostatic elixir. After checking the wound on her back, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was not fatal and did not damage the foundation. That's good. Yayamen has plenty of them. Panacea, Feng Tianyue is the granddaughter of the former sect owner, no one will ignore her, she can recover after being raised for more than a month.
Ye Ming was lying on the stone bricks under the stage, vomiting blood, and his dantian was extremely painful. After a while, his face turned pale, and he could not suppress the trembling of his body.
Spirit-speaking techniques depend on one's own strength. If the user's cultivation is poor, many spirit-speaking techniques will not be successful at all, and may even backfire on the user and cause him to explode and die. This is very reasonable, otherwise wouldn't everyone who knows this technique have the power to destroy the world?
Ye Ming was suffering from the backlash of Dark Words Night Walk at this time. Feng Tianyue's cultivation level was higher than his. If he used this technique against such a being, he would also pay the price.
But no one knows the specific cost of the secret night journey.
But Yin Qi has seen that his foundation has been damaged.
Shang Shui's pale eyes glanced at the two people lying in a pool of blood, and said calmly: "This game is a draw, do you have any doubts?"
Yin Qi was silent, and Gu Yi was even less able to say anything. After a five-year agreement, the competition stage was stained with blood, but it was a draw. Neither sect won anything, and could only save face, but those who lost it were The failed disciple.
Gu Yi stood up and walked towards Ye Ming, "If you enter the Eight Arrow Gate, I will accept you as my disciple." She said as she took out a pill as if no one was watching.
At this moment, Ye Ming had bandaged his injured wrist. He sat cross-legged on the ground, looked at Gu Yi with a pair of black eyes, and slowly shook his head, "Thank you, Master Gu, for your love."
Gu Yi was noncommittal, threw the elixir into his arms, and went back to his seat.
Since she chose to be the strongest guardian of the Yaya Gate, she had already realized that she had to pay the price. The secret word night movement was a spell she had been looking for for decades, which could give her even more wings and the power to change the rules.
But Ye Ming refused, so she wouldn't embarrass him here.
Jin Chaojiu smiled at Yin Qi and said, "It doesn't matter if it's a draw, it won't hurt the harmony between the two sects. Is this going to be the disciple of the sect leader?"
Although it was a draw, the disciple was seriously injured and he was always unforgiving, so there was no way he could be kind. Li Ting secretly laughed.
Yin Qi asked: "Is there any elder who wants to accept him as a disciple?" He was a little confused just now. After all, the secret language night walk is famous in the world of cultivation. Since losing Chen Shi, the Zhengling Sect no longer has any trump cards. Various sects in Xizhou His attitude became increasingly subtle. Of course he didn't want Ye Ming to go to Gu Yi's place.
But after it was confirmed that Ye Ming was unintentional at Yaya Gate, his mind changed again. The child was seriously injured and it was extremely troublesome to treat him. Moreover, just using the code word to travel at night would cost so much. If he used it a few more times, he would definitely be tortured to death. So if it wasn't for the promise, he didn't want to accept him as his disciple, so naturally he would first ask if any elders were willing to accept him.
"Zhengling Sect is really a great sect." Jin Chaojiu smiled elegantly, his words were gentle and clear, but there was a hint of displeasure in Yin Qi's eyes.
The other party must have seen what he was thinking, and his words were clearly sarcastic.
Ye Ming just lowered his head, as if as long as he could have his master's guidance, he didn't care about anything else.
Li Ting could understand why Ye Ming didn't go to the Yaya Gate. After all, this dear friend had told him the truth on the first day he came. His biological sister was also in the Zhengling Sect.
It is said that he has a higher level of cultivation than him, but I don't know which one he is and whether he played today.
For a moment, Li Ting had a strange feeling in his heart. It seemed that there was something wrong that he had ignored. He frowned slightly and was about to think deeply when he heard the voice of the great elder Yi Suning, "Ye Ming, are you okay?" Are you willing to take me as your teacher?"
Ye Ming looked up at him. Yi Suning was about forty years old and looked calm and serious.
He was in the Dao Dan stage, but he did not choose to retain the appearance of his youth. The reason is unknown. However, his only disciple Ji Wangwen was a gentle man, but a bit old-fashioned. At this time, he liked Ye Ming, so he didn't like it. There is no intention of neutralization.
There are countless magic weapons and spells in the world of cultivation, and they are ever-changing in battles. Information and wisdom are indispensable. Ye Ming used the ink stone twice to paralyze the enemy and pave the way for the secret night travel, which already shows his character.
"Ye Ming pays homage to Master." He knelt down and bowed. Yi Suning nodded and said, "Get up, and let your senior brother arrange everything later."
Ye Ming stood up after hearing this and walked to Ji Xiangwen's side to greet him. Ji Xiangwen smiled at him, nodded and said, "Junior brother, thank you for your hard work."
Seeing this, Gu said nothing and turned around and left without even saying hello.
It was Jin Chaojiu who saluted Yin Qi and said, "I'll take my leave." But after that, he followed his master and led the entire Yayamen team to leave one after another.
Yin Qi's expression was so cold that no one could tell, "This time we have a battle with the Eight-Year Sect, Mo Xingyu and Ye Ming have merit, and will be rewarded with a fragrant pill. All the disciples who participated in the competition, and those who are injured, will go and get it." Two yellow-level wound healing pills.
This competition should be taken as a warning. If the sect suffers losses, it will affect the individual. If an individual is weak, he will also fail to take responsibility for the sect. There is no way back in practice. In fact, he is sailing against the current. All disciples must strengthen themselves. "
"I will obey the Patriarch's teachings." Everyone nodded in agreement.
Seeing this, Yin Qi said "hmm" and left first.
While Yin Qi was speaking, Li Ting suddenly glanced sideways. He didn't look back until Shang Shui asked what was wrong, "Disciple, nothing happened. I just listened to the patriarch's teachings and was a little lost."
Shang Shui glanced at the direction where he turned his head and found that it was also where the main building of the sect was. There were no other people or things, so he didn't think anything of it.
But Li Ting was thinking about the sudden fluctuation of the aura of the ghost just now. As the black mist filled the air, the ghost had to go to Yin Qi several times. If it weren't for the stronger bond with him, he might have really walked away at this moment.
Golden fragrant elixir?
Li Ting had already understood. It turned out to be the incense of Jinxiangdan, not the words in the name, nor a sachet. This crazy obsession was related to Jinxiangdan.
Pills are also divided into four levels: heaven, earth, xuanhuang.
Golden Fragrance Pill, Xuan level, is a pill that enhances mana, warms and nourishes spiritual power, and also has the function of extending life.
It is considered a relatively precious elixir, so the whereabouts of every elixir inside the door should be recorded. Of course, it is not ruled out that it was obtained through other channels, but in any case, there are more directions to check.
Li Ting sorted out the papers and handed them to Shang Shui. Shang Shui nodded with satisfaction, but did not accept it. Instead, he said, "Go and ask the manager of the library to keep these competition materials properly."
Li Ting's expression changed. He was already in the library. It would be a great convenience if he knew where the competition information was stored. After all, it was no different now than in his previous life. In his previous life, if he wanted to see these things, he didn't need to do anything himself.
There was also the sect's death list. Li Ting looked at Mo Xingyu and then at Ye Ming. After all, he didn't want to contact his old friend anymore, so he walked towards Ye Ming.
"Brother Ye." Li Ting said.
Ye Ming was stunned for a moment before he recognized that this person was the person he had met when he first arrived at Zhengling Sect. Something flashed in his eyes, he nodded and said, "Brother Li is looking for me?"
"Well, can I ask you something alone?" Li Ting asked tentatively.
At that time, both parties were new disciples, and it was normal for them to call each other brothers and sisters. But at that time, Ye Ming had already set his sights on joining the inner sect, and he had just made some plans to become his master.
At this time, the status is so different. I wonder what his attitude will be towards his former acquaintance.
Ye Ming was silent for a moment and nodded.
Seeing this, Ji Wangwen smiled kindly and said, "You guys chat first, Junior Brother Ye, you can find me at the foot of Lengzhu Peak later." Zhengling Sect has many mountains, and the sect masters and elders have their own peaks for practice, and Yi Suning is where he is. It’s Lengzhu Peak.
"Yes, senior brother."
For the disciples of the inner sect, it is easy to retrieve the death records of the sect.
But walking under the cold moon and looking at Ye Ming's paper-pale face and gloomy expression, Li Ting still didn't speak directly. He asked: "You should be happy to become a disciple, but you seem to have something on your mind? "
His voice was gentle and clean, like slowly flowing water, without giving the other party the slightest sense of coercion. Unlike his previous life, he had a coldness that could not be removed even if he softened his voice.
The stone road in the mountains was deep and deep. Ye Ming stopped, looked at him, and asked slowly: "Brother Li, do you remember that I told you that my sister is also in the Zhengling Sect and has better talent than me."
The strange feeling from before came to mind again. Li Ting stood between the two ghosts, adding to the chill, "Remember."
"She's dead."
Li Ting's heart trembled.
"Died three months ago."
"What's your sister's name?" Li's voice sounded a little difficult.
"Ye Sanxiu."
"Ye Sanxiu."
Li Ting repeated while turning his head. Under the moonlight, the black mist on Wang Gui's face spread like maggots, revealing a pale face.
There were bits of flesh hanging on the face, but the former beauty could be vaguely seen, and there was a small tear stain under the eyes.
Interesting said that after calling out the name, one can clearly see the appearance of the ghost when he was alive, but he did not expect to be in such a situation.
"She has a mole under her eyes and is very beautiful." Ye Ming said in a daze.
"Yeah." He saw it.
Ye Ming was stunned for a while before he laughed at himself and said, "What is Brother Li looking for me for?"
There was no need for a death list anymore, Li Ting sighed.
He even thought about something deeper, the ghost, who died with obsession and unwillingness, and Ye Ming, who had lost his sister, was eager to become a disciple at the expense of himself.
These two things are connected, and Ye Ming's purpose becomes obvious. He will be his best helper.
"Brother Ye, there is another hidden reason behind your sister's death." Li Ting said.
Ye Ming's eyes changed. He looked at Li Ting with obvious darkness and inquiry.
"The world of cultivation is dangerous. Your Ye family must have a lot of secrets in passing on secret words at night. I also have my own secrets, but our purpose is the same. According to my investigation, this wasted death is related to Jinxiang Dan. This is my biggest Sincerely, I will use all my strength to investigate the cause of Yesanxiu’s death so that her soul can rest in peace.”
The moonlight was shining like silver, as clear as running water. The young man had a calm face and sincere eyes. Especially something in his words made Ye Ming's eyes start to tremble.
The young man who was scheming during the competition and kept vomiting blood when he got off the stone platform, but his face was gloomy, his eyes suddenly turned red at this moment, "Golden Xiangdan."
Li Ting didn't know the meaning of Jinxiang Dan, so how could he not? This is the secret of the Ye family, and also the secret of Yinyu Yexing. Only he and his sister know it, and now he is the only one left.
Ye Ming was choking, and Li couldn't understand what Jin Xiang Dan represented. He stood next to the soul that was left with only obsession, and looked at the man who was holding back his sorrow, but he felt a different kind of loneliness and sadness.
After a while, Ye Ming raised his head. His expression calmed down, but his eyes were still red. "Brother Li was unwilling to enter the inner door that day. I can't understand it, but because of this, I believe you once."
Li Ting laughed and stretched out his hand. Ye Ming felt sad. He hesitated for a moment before raising his hand and clasping it with Li Ting's palm. "If there were no lies, you would be my brother forever." Ye Ming The voice is soft, but the words are strong.
"Okay." Li Ting said.
